Beneath the glow of windows softly shiningWe hurry home with hearts already risingA table set, and laughter growing higherWhile outside, night drifts gently in its quiet choir
Arms open wide, our voices gently blendAnd memories take flight and rise again
It’s Christmas, and our hands meet tightA thread of gold that pulls us back in timeWithin our eyes, the same warm spark appearsThe joy of hearing all our little tunes
We hide small treasures wrapped in painted paperWhispering “don’t look yet, you’ll see it later
The children dream of stories told beforeOf tiny stars that swing upon their little doorOur smiles shine bright like lanterns in the airAnd time slows down, as if to show it cares
It’s Christmas, and our hands meet tightA thread of gold that pulls us back in time
Within our eyes, the same warm spark appearsThe joy of hearing all our little tunesA gift we give, a gentle joy receivedA wish we keep, a hope we still believe
The night lights up and softly seems to say“Keep this quiet peace to guide your way
It’s Christmas, and our hearts shine brightA tender wonder woven out of lightWithin our eyes, the same warm spark appearsThe joy of hearing all our little tunes